Prina and I were chatting and she made a good point. FANTASY. Since some of the posts were rather anti-sex, it makes me curious what kinds of "fantasies" people have. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Prina and I were chatting and she made a good point. FANTASY. Since some of the posts were rather anti-sex, it makes me curious what kinds of "fantasies" people have. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye





I like the element of surpirse. So for me, the bondage/blindfolded: thing really get me going. To not have control over the situation and have someone teasing me (not tortute stuff, not that kind of bondage) is the ultimate turn on for me.
That and a swimming pool full of jello.![]()
Because there ain't no tits on the radio
I'm with you. I got a birthday present a couple of years ago that basically involved two women, a blind fold, leather cuffs, and a flogger. I was "tortured" (not painfully....just teased) endlessly. That night left me absolutely blisfully exhausted.
That took care of one fantasy. I need a new one, of course.
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
Flogging is good. So is tied up and.....![]()
My fantasy: To be loved for who I am, not what I am. plain and simple.
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I love it when a man talks dirty...whoohoo!!! The vocal thing is very important to me and eye contact. Get me weak in the knees and I'll be whatever YOU want me to be.Power play is good...I like to taunt..so you'll spank me and tell me how bad a girl I've been. Tease me but make me wait until I'm begging.
oh.. and he has to have self control, I rarely make the first move but when I do...I'm done
reverse psychology works BIG TIME
I just got home..I'm a lil tired and tipsy...I'll be all over this tomm lol
Either I'm getting old.(shit-this is a known fact)ok so then I must be so old I'm near dead.But fantasy for me is getting rid of a few bills or hitting the lotto,not having to work,being able to ride all day.
Sometimes I fantasize about being with a woman.
I want to come over to your house....and cook you dinner...wash the dishes...vacuum....take out the trash...dust....oil any squeaky hinges and fix any loose door handles...clean out your refrigerator, and do the laundry...then leave. (did I miss anything important?)
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
will you do it nude?
Yes, but if I'm cooking anything that involves grease, I must insist on an apron.
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
i fantisize about having no money problems...working behind the bar at a hot club...living in a condo in miami beach...and being one of the top jewlery designers on the face of the planet...
my darkest fantasy...would probably get me a room at club fed for a lifetime stay...or an appointment for a seat in the electric chair...
and that's all i have to say...
Why do some people still have to fight...to get the same opportunities...that are given to others??...
Look out for self...because noone else will...AND
The greatest revenge in the world...is success...
Reclusivness...is a good thing.
Do you design jewlery?
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
not yet...i plan on taking up bead work as a hobby...then taking it from there...
Why do some people still have to fight...to get the same opportunities...that are given to others??...
Look out for self...because noone else will...AND
The greatest revenge in the world...is success...
Reclusivness...is a good thing.
I love handmade jewlery...it has a presence to it that I think typical jewlery lacks.
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye




My fantasy is a man that will take care of the kids and the bills while I sleep. AW that's a turn on.....
I may have many faults, but being wrong ain't one of them.





As the father of 5 daughters,my fantasie is simple....
A hot shower and at least 3 pieces of toilet paper on the roll when i need it!
lmao!!!Originally Posted by MojoJojo link=board=1;threadid=12940;start=msg167917#msg167 917 date=1094027187
Wouldn't want to burn anything important! :wink:
Thanks, Ash. I like a little bit of pain....oozing puss-filled blisters on my schlong goes beyond my level of arousal.
"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
-Humphrey Bogart
"Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
-Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
-His reply
"If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
-David Daye
I like my man to be flogged a little here and there, but I agree about the burns on the "ahem". What good would you be if your "ahem" was all blistered and battered?
I like the cleaning and cooking thing in just an apron. I would insist though that I would be fed and pampered as you cleaned. (I mean if I were there of course)![]()

It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his cock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me. I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick cock. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up. His claws dig in deeper, the pain, its excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his cock, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
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